Forever (Linked to Until the End)

Chapter 2

"Are you okay?" She said. I started to say something but she cut me off. "Nevermind. Now come on and stop wasting time!" She grabbed my arm once again and we went down the steps arm-to-arm. We sat in the living room for a couple of minutes until it was finally time for them to go. I didn't want to show my excitement of them leaving so I just stayed calm and said my goodbyes to them. But my great grandpa didn't want to leave because he still was trying to find Martha.

My brother escorted him and my great aunt, Beatrice, but she stopped to turn around and say "I can't deal with this. I'm taking him straight to a nursery home!"

"What did you say, Beatrice?!" He shouted from outside.

"Oh so all of a sudden you can hear now?!" She said, walking out. My brother laughed then shut the door.

"Well that was fun." He said, yawning and stretching.

"Yeah, I'm going to hit the hay. Goodnight, y'all." Taylor said, walking up the steps.

"You wait right there, missy. You three are not leaving until you help me clean up." Grandma said with a hand on her hip.

We all groaned and whined. but Grandma wasn't having it. "Michael, you're cleaning the kitchen. Taylor, you're cleaning up the living room. And Miya, you're taking out the trash and sweeping all the floors."

Excuse me?

"Um-" I said but was cut off by her.

"No um's, and's, or but's. Get to cleaning." She said, walking away.

"Then what are you going to clean up?" Taylor said, crossing her arms.

"Don't worry about what I'm doing. Clean. Now." She said, then walking up the steps.

"Since when did she decide to be a b*tch all of a sudden?" Michael said, whispering.

"What did you say?!" Grandma shouted. We all looked up to see her leaning over the railing, as if she was going to jump down like a monkey and attach his a*s. I laughed at the thought of that until Grandma shouted "What's funny, Miya?!"

I looked up immediately and said "Oh nothing important. I'll just go clean now." I slowly walked away into the kitchen to get the broom and dustpan and started sweeping.

"Michael, it ain't too late to give you a nice a*s whopping!" She shouted. I could hear them from all the way in here, arguing. When Grandma gets mad, she starts talking ghetto-country, even though she's white and we are all mixed. Grandma sure did hang around Mom a lot.

"Chillax, I said that I wanted a taste for some donuts!" Michael lied. He's such a bad liar, which is funny 'cause Mom can't lie straight for nothing.

"Boy, I'll slap the taste out yo' mouth! See if you'll eat some donuts then!" She fired back at him. My Grandma can be so shady at times. When she fusses people out, she stops talking to them. Then when she feels like talking to you, she acts like nothing happen.

Michael came busting through the kitchen doors and started on the dishes. He first rolled up his sleeves and unloosened his tie before starting. He threw dish by dish in the sink, slamming them in one by one.

"Michael, calm down!" I shout-whispered. "Before she comes-" Speaking of the devil, she came busting through the door and walked up to Michael with a hand on her hip as always.

"Throw another dish in that sink, Michael. Go on, I dare you." She said, whispering the last part in his ear. This time, he placed the dishes delicately in the sink. Grandma smirked and started to walk out, but looked my way and said "Chop, chop. These floors aren't going to clean their selves."